I used to be the girl who wrote to the one she loved.
Painstakingly worded letters overflowing with my love.

Letters handed off in perfectly folded hearts,
By hands soaked in tender care to hands that dripped with hurt.

I used to be that girl,
That girl that is no more.

No more because of letters gathering dust in the bottom of someone's draw.
Letters that were thrown away
And letters never read.
Due to people who've shown me time and time again,
How little my love has meant.

Now I keep it all inside,
Planted in the soil of my soul.
Waiting for the one who will water it
And allow my letters of love
To grow.